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I didn't know what to call this one. Kind of wrote it on the spot. Suggestions are appreciated.  
 
 
 
Every day I live,  
Death looks sweeter and sweeter.  
 
Growing up,  
Girls would see a couple  
Walking in the park  
At a restaurant  
And think,  
"That'll be me one day."  
 
Growing up,  
I'd see a funeral procession  
Going down the street  
And I'd think,  
"That'll be me one day."  
 
Now  
All those little girls  
Are getting boyfriends,  
Walking in the park  
Going on dinner dates  
Living their dreams.  
 
Now,  
All grown up,  
I am waiting
For it to happen to me.


-2014-